Sara Teasdale Quotes

No one worth possessing Can be quite possessed.
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), U.S. poet. Advice to a Girl.
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I stood and watched the evening star As long as it watched me.
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), U.S. poet. February Twilight (l. 7-8). . . The Oxford Book of Children's Versen in America. Donald Hall, ed. (1985) Oxford University Press.
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Let it be forgotten as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold.
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), U.S. poet. Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten (l. 1-2). . . Poetry Anthology, The, 1912-1977. Daryl Hine and Joseph Parisi, eds. (1978) Houghton Mifflin Company.
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As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall In a long forgotten snow.
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), U.S. poet. Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten (l. 7-8). . . Poetry Anthology, The, 1912-1977. Daryl Hine and Joseph Parisi, eds. (1978) Houghton Mifflin Company.
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O beauty, are you not enough? Why am I crying after love?
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), U.S. poet. Spring Night (l. 23-24). . . Modern American Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed. (8th rev. ed., 1962) Harcourt, Brace and Company.
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The park is filled with night and fog, The veils are drawn about the world,
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), U.S. poet. Spring Night (l. 1-2). . . Modern American Poetry. Louis Untermeyer, ed. (8th rev. ed., 1962) Harcourt, Brace and Company.
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Stephen's kiss was lost in jest, Robin's lost in play, But the kiss in Colin's eyes Haunts me night and day.
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), U.S. poet. "The Look," st. 2.
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Then, like an old-time orator Impressively he rose; I make the most of all that comes And the least of all that goes.
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), U.S. poet. The Philosopher, st. 4.
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“Stephen kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night and day.”
Sara Teasdale, The Collected Poems
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“It is strange how often a heart must be broken Before the years can make it wise.”
Sara Teasdale, The Collected Poems
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